Soon he will be able to go out and escape from Dongting; Is it revenge or if it’s not his will?
He followed closely behind Fu Jiushan and rushed out of the door.
But Zong Jin didn’t expect them to bump head-on, not fresh air-but a board full of ash.
"Cough, cough …"
Zong Jin couldn’t help coughing for two times, and then Fu Jiushan, who was the first to bear the brunt in front of him, was suddenly kicked in the stomach and suddenly fell to the ground. The key in his arms rang clearly and directly hit the ground.
Ranging from Zongjin to react, another man held down the back of his head from behind him and pressed him to the ground.
"Some people set fire to the fire, and you cheap slaves are still so active in fighting the fire." Sun Hai said with a smile, "When am I a vegetarian?"
And those workers behind Zongjin are either guarded or have no water in their hands-they are all baskets of ash in their hands, and they end up with ash everywhere during mining on weekdays.
Yes, it doesn’t need water to put out the fire. Even these ashes are enough to put out this small fire.
There is nothing else to burn around the steward’s room. The walls and some furniture are all made of white stone from local materials.
How could he even ignore such an important thing?
Zong Jin’s face was pressed to the ground and he saw Sun Hai bend down to pick up the keys and then said, "What a big plan to escape … and 394 is you again."
"…" Fu Jiushan didn’t say anything, so he fell down and knelt on the ground.
"It’s not enough to learn the lesson. It’s bad for me again this time, isn’t it?" Sun Hai said, "Bring a knife."
As he spoke, he got up and swept around coldly or looked stunned or was fighting the fire. "On weekdays, I don’t want to punish you for being polite; Now let you give birth to some shouldn’t have thought bitch is bitch don’t work here should die "
Speaking of which, a guard has handed me a knife.
Sun Hai pulled out a knife and pointed it at Zong Jin’s neck. "Today, my residence has started to burn, so I will kill two so that you can see what it will be like to escape!"
-I’m afraid it’s really doomed this time.
-in fact, there is nothing to fear when you are dead.
-He Wei Chilan has spent nearly ten years in the battlefield. How can he be afraid of death now?
-but he is really afraid.
Not far away, Jing Zhao rushed over like a madman. He was originally arranged to take a scooter on the other side of the mountain road so that everyone could get out smoothly. Now it depends on the situation, right?
No, Jing Zhao is afraid of death.
He fought bravely to protect Jiulong Shangzhou for so many years, and finally he was loyal to him.
I’m sorry to die here.
The knife has been edged and reflected the fire, just like he tattooed three fires in Weichi’s family
Zong Jin struggled, and the people behind him pressed their knees directly in the center of his vest, making it impossible for him to break free.
-he is really afraid.
-is afraid of so dead didn’t come to see Hector LianHeng side.
"I don’t like to torture people either. Don’t move a knife to keep it. You can cut your head off," Sun Hai said
Zongjin picked eyes and stared at him savagely.
If eyes can kill people, Sun Hai should be cut to pieces by his eyes at the moment.
The laborers who left their names in the darkroom and wanted to escape with them were watching someone clench their fists and cover their mouths at the moment; But people dare to say a word and a half.
Is Fu Jiushan side face low said to him a sentence "seems to be lost"
Zongjin noncommittally looked at Sun Hai and his hand knife.
Finally, Sun Hai fell with a knife.
For a moment, Zong Jin seemed to be stretched for a long time, but he couldn’t hear it again. Don’t ring. Looking at the fierce flames of the blade, the past began to reappear when he was a teenager. He met He Lianheng in Tiandu Palace, and then he betrayed Luo Chenhuan. Later, he knew that someone was quietly admiring him. Everything was long and short. Did he want to die this time and come back to life in which ravine? He wants to get the handsome figure of He Lianheng when he fights with him on horseback.
"Knock, knock!"
However, Sun Haidao declined for a long time.
Zong Jin struggled to look up and saw an arrow passing through Sun Hai’s heart. One after another, the third pierced his lung and his neck.
The first arrow was enough to kill Sun Hai, but the archer didn’t seem to know whether it was the fourth or fifth again … By the time Sun Hai’s knife fell to the ground, his back was like a hedgehog with many arrows.
Horseshoe Shanshan came late-maybe early, but they were attracted by the sound in the fire and didn’t notice it.
Another arrow shot at Zongjin’s place, and the weight on his waist was loosened.
Zong Jin, the guard who fell to the ground, staggered up and saw someone riding a horse at the main entrance of the quarry in the dark.
Men’s long hair was blown flying, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred cavalry rushed into the quarry, as if they were going to pass here, and there was no momentum to stop.
Straight leader rushed to the front of Zongjin.
"Woo-"
The bridle is tightened, and the horse raises its front hoof high, so close that it will kick Zhong Zongjin.
But Zong Jin didn’t dodge or be afraid.
He suddenly interrupted his wet eyes and bit his teeth and asked, "… how did you get here?"
Chapter one hundred and sixteen I miss you so much
Zong Jin’s dusty face is black and white, and his clothes are wet. What a mess it looks like.
But he’s still Zong Jin’s thin back, but he’s straight
The horse finally fell off its hoof, and the man on horseback hurried forward two steps without any sloppiness. He didn’t forget to take off his coat and wanted to wrap the man in front of him.
Zong Jinran didn’t think it would be such a close call to see Helianhengshi again, just like that time in the Weichifu dungeon. If it was a little later, he would have escaped the man. It happened that he could come here, but he could save him. It happened that he could shoot Sun Hai impartially.
Like fate
Moonlight and firelight interweave and reflect the bright man’s side face. Zong Jin can’t open his eyes. I feel that this scene seems to be a fake or a dream. It is an illusion after suffering and suffering in a quarry. It is true that the man’s satin coat is pressed on him with the weight of his shoulder.
"I’m late" HeLianHeng heavy way
At this moment, everything around him is irrelevant, whether it is fire or rushing into the quarry one after another to suppress the guards, everything is theirs.
The man put on a shirt for him and took his shoulder instead of letting go.
Men’s eyes are always indifferent like water on weekdays, and occasionally generate will have some murderous look on the battlefield; But at this moment, He Lianheng looked at him and his eyes were full of light.
"Hector even …"
Zong Jinyin’s hoarse voice seems to have something to say, but he can’t say it.
He Lianheng moved closer to him again and wanted to see Zong Jin’s face more carefully in the fire. Zong Jin didn’t really feel that he didn’t either. Before he came to Dongting, he had gone from anxiety to despair. After coming to Dongting, he hoped that the resurgence would make him even more difficult than before.
Just then ZongJin suddenly opened his right hand "… don’t look at me"
He suddenly turned his face to hide his right cheek-he almost forgot that he had a shame on his face.
In the quarry, few people would regard his face as "cheap" with special respect, and some people were branded on their faces or necks like him. This shame is nothing compared with other tortures of cheap people.